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Street with a smirk.
“Not
long now, Senator Wilson,” she called back to the unconscious man in her trunk,
“not long at all.”
---
The
golden, shining sun began to dip down below the horizon just as the Senator’s
vehicle bounced down an overgrown dirt road. It had been many years since
Alice and her friends, still gripped in the perpetual drama of strip club
politics, ran around the area without a care in the world. And yet, every
subtle twist and bump in the road was just like it was back then.
Alice
pushed the vehicle until it could go no further, its headlights illuminating a
dark clearing just a short distance away. When she clicked the key to the off
position, the Senator’s muffled voice came up from the trunk.
“Calm
down, George.”
She left
the keys in the ignition and stepped out, not even bothering to shut the door
behind her. As she made her way to the trunk, she could hear George pounding
against the roof with his bound fists.
“Alright,
alright.”
She
popped the trunk open and looked down at the startled Senator.
“Please,
Alice. Don’t do this!
The
knife made its second appearance as she demanded, “Get out and walk with me.”
George
obeyed silently.
The two
of them walked past a fallen tree and eventually stopped at the back of the
cleared patch of forest.
“Kneel
down.”
“Please,”
his voice was trembling. “I didn’t want to send you, but they made me! I’ve
thought about you every day since it happened.”
His
words made Alice stop fumbling with the backpack that she hid there earlier
that day. She looked over to the Senator, who sat on the ground looking more
pathetic than she had imagined.
For his
part, George wasn’t lying completely. He had thought of sultry Alice, though
mostly he reminisced about the gentle curves of her body. Even on those rare
nights when his wife would go all out with lingerie and champagne, the
Senator’s mind would travel to his past exploits with his secret lover.
Alice
listened incredulously, so George decided to take things a step further. He
was willing to lie a little to get out of his precarious position. After all,
he was a politician.
“Alice,”
he inched toward her on his knees, “you have to believe me. I loved you.”
Alice
thumbed a cord of dingy rope and eyed him carefully.
“Sorry
George,” she dropped the bag and pointed her blade at him; “you had your
chance.”
Within
minutes, she had the cowering politician bound and strung up on an overhead
tree branch. There was just enough slack to allow him to keep kneeling, but
not much more.
Alice
stepped back to admire her work and, since he wasn’t going anywhere, plunged
her weapon into the soft ground near her feet. From the ragged backpack, she
produced a long, thin whip and ran its hard tail through her fingers.
“George,
do you remember all of the things that we used to do; all of the fun that we
used to have?”
A slight
glimmer of hope flashed across his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.”
Alice
walked around until she was behind him.
“This is
going to be fun, too.” She lashed the whip across his back, forcing a weak
yelp out of his mouth, “Fun for me, anyway.”
The whip
cracked across the lower part of his back, forcing him to whimper and arch
forward. The weapon’s powerful blows ripped into his button-down shirt,
tearing away jagged flaps with every pass.
Behind
the tightening zipper of his tailored slacks, George’s thick cock began to rise
up. Every sharp snap made it harden until it was as solid as a block of
concrete. He needed more; needed to remember how she felt.
Alice
moved the whip down after each blow, eventually coming to his ass. From there,
the beating was relentless. After every smack, Alice would find her free hand
slowly creeping down into the tight shorts that she wore. Seeing the
previously untouchable Senator squirm made her delicate parts tingle and
twitch.
By the
time that her
“Not
long now, Senator Wilson,” she called back to the unconscious man in her trunk,
“not long at all.”
---
The
golden, shining sun began to dip down below the horizon just as the Senator’s
vehicle bounced down an overgrown dirt road. It had been many years since
Alice and her friends, still gripped in the perpetual drama of strip club
politics, ran around the area without a care in the world. And yet, every
subtle twist and bump in the road was just like it was back then.
Alice
pushed the vehicle until it could go no further, its headlights illuminating a
dark clearing just a short distance away. When she clicked the key to the off
position, the Senator’s muffled voice came up from the trunk.
“Calm
down, George.”
She left
the keys in the ignition and stepped out, not even bothering to shut the door
behind her. As she made her way to the trunk, she could hear George pounding
against the roof with his bound fists.
“Alright,
alright.”
She
popped the trunk open and looked down at the startled Senator.
“Please,
Alice. Don’t do this!
The
knife made its second appearance as she demanded, “Get out and walk with me.”
George
obeyed silently.
The two
of them walked past a fallen tree and eventually stopped at the back of the
cleared patch of forest.
“Kneel
down.”
“Please,”
his voice was trembling. “I didn’t want to send you, but they made me! I’ve
thought about you every day since it happened.”
His
words made Alice stop fumbling with the backpack that she hid there earlier
that day. She looked over to the Senator, who sat on the ground looking more
pathetic than she had imagined.
For his
part, George wasn’t lying completely. He had thought of sultry Alice, though
mostly he reminisced about the gentle curves of her body. Even on those rare
nights when his wife would go all out with lingerie and champagne, the
Senator’s mind would travel to his past exploits with his secret lover.
Alice
listened incredulously, so George decided to take things a step further. He
was willing to lie a little to get out of his precarious position. After all,
he was a politician.
“Alice,”
he inched toward her on his knees, “you have to believe me. I loved you.”
Alice
thumbed a cord of dingy rope and eyed him carefully.
“Sorry
George,” she dropped the bag and pointed her blade at him; “you had your
chance.”
Within
minutes, she had the cowering politician bound and strung up on an overhead
tree branch. There was just enough slack to allow him to keep kneeling, but
not much more.
Alice
stepped back to admire her work and, since he wasn’t going anywhere, plunged
her weapon into the soft ground near her feet. From the ragged backpack, she
produced a long, thin whip and ran its hard tail through her fingers.
“George,
do you remember all of the things that we used to do; all of the fun that we
used to have?”
A slight
glimmer of hope flashed across his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.”
Alice
walked around until she was behind him.
“This is
going to be fun, too.” She lashed the whip across his back, forcing a weak
yelp out of his mouth, “Fun for me, anyway.”
The whip
cracked across the lower part of his back, forcing him to whimper and arch
forward. The weapon’s powerful blows ripped into his button-down shirt,
tearing away jagged flaps with every pass.
Behind
the tightening zipper of his tailored slacks, George’s thick cock began to rise
up. Every sharp snap made it harden until it was as solid as a block of
concrete. He needed more; needed to remember how she felt.
Alice
moved the whip down after each blow, eventually coming to his ass. From there,
the beating was relentless. After every smack, Alice would find her free hand
slowly creeping down into the tight shorts that she wore. Seeing the
previously untouchable Senator squirm made her delicate parts tingle and
twitch.
By the
time that her
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